EMMA’S FRUSTRATION

“We will soon be there.”

Emma glared at her friend, Annabel, before she could stop herself.

‘We will soon be there’ has been repeated more times than she could count since they had started this journey. It’s been two weeks, and there has been no change.

Every time, at every last turn, Annabel would mention that she was changing tracks, that they had to go through longer routes, because that’s what her guts instructed her to do, and that she would never disobey the ‘guts.’

Emma swore that if they took another route that would take them another week, she would abandon her friend. As a matter of fact, she wouldn’t have continued on this wild goosechase, if she wasn’t supporting her sister, Amelia.

When her sister’s master had launched an attack on the latter for blocking her mind path, Amelia had turned hostile, and was beginning to shift to her Jaguar form—when she had been on the call with Freya. Emma had to knock her sister out, so as to continue the call. From then on, Prescott h